Date: Sat, 2 May 2009 08:59:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mill Town Boys- 25  Final

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and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If
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 Mill Town Boys-25

"What's Past is Prologue"


I love this time of day when the late afternoon sun is slowly moving around
to the back of the house. Most afternoons you can find me relaxing in
Momma's chair before Trevor gets home. There's an occasional creak of old
wood when I move around, but otherwise the house is quiet. It's the perfect
time and place to sit with my laptop and write.

It hardly seems possible that ten years have gone by since Trevor graduated
high school. So much has happened in such a short time.

I'd never seen Trevor and Justin happier than the day they graduated. Both
were in the top of their class and graduated with honors, though Trevor's
grades were just on the line. Jeremy was there to cheer Justin on, as were
Justin's folks. Our Momma planned a big party for Trevor, and it seemed
like she invited half the town.

Trevor went on to State college, and Justin went as well, though Justin
transferred in his sophomore year to a school in Massachusetts. Through it
all, both Jeremy and I stayed with our guys. In fact it was when Justin was
out east that they made the big leap and actually got married. One summer
they organized the event in Provincetown at the tip of Cape Cod. Between
the beaches and the arts community, it was the perfect spot, though at
times Jeremy looked as if he'd be more comfortable back in more familiar
territory. Justin's folks handled all the expenses, even paying for airfare
and a hotel room for Trevor and me. There was a little bachelorette party
for Justin a couple of days before, and Trevor made sure he got several gag
gifts including some very interesting toys. The wedding itself couldn't
have been nicer, both guys in tuxes and the ocean as a backdrop. Jeremy had
changed his name the week after he turned eighteen, no longer wanting to be
associated with his father. It was wonderful to hear them introduced at the
end of the ceremony as Jeremy and Justin Peterson!

Justin finished undergraduate school, and went on to law school, while
Jeremy helped pay the bills as a construction worker. Those years of
lifting weights and playing football really paid off. After three years of
struggle, they were able to move back home. Jeremy started his own company,
and Justin went into private practice. The local prosecutor asks for
Justin's help every now and then for special cases. He apparently has
gotten the reputation as being one "tough son of a bitch" when it comes to
pursuing and punishing domestic abuse offenders. If you ever hit your wife
or kid, you really don't want Justin on your ass! It seems ironic that
Jeremy once protected him from his Dad, and now Justin protects others.

* * * *

The back door opened and closed. I heard footsteps coming toward the front
of the house.

"Still writing?" Trevor laughed, putting his things on the table in the
hall.

"Yeah, who knows, maybe some day we'll look back at this stuff and wonder
how we got through it all," I grinned.

Trevor came over and gave me a kiss. "You taste like beer!" He laughed.

I smiled, "Yeah, I'll get you one in a minute.

"So, how was work?" I asked, closing the page and shutting down the laptop.

"Pretty typical," Trevor said, sitting down in Daddy's chair. "Some coughs,
a bad heart, a couple of snotty nose kids, a broken bone."

"Well, everyday can't be new and exciting." I laughed.

Trevor smiled, "I guess not. Oh, there was one thing that was kind of fun!
Nathan and his wife had their baby!"

"Wow, what is that now, their third?"

"Yeah," Trevor nodded, "Two boys and finally a girl."

Even though Nathan had had a growth spurt in high school, I always thought
of him as Little Nate. I remembered the trouble he used to get
into. Thankfully, fatherhood had settled him down a bit. Sara and Nate had
become an item in high school, seemingly going everywhere together. In
Sara's senior year she became pregnant, and there wasn't too much doubt who
the daddy was. In fact Nate went around boasting about it, until finally
Sara told him to `shut the fuck up.' They married, with a little help from
the judge, on the day the baby came. They have been together ever since.

"Sara's doctor asked me to scrub up and give him a hand. It was fun to see
Nate's face when he realized he had a daughter."

I laughed, "Yeah, he sure likes girls."

Trevor laughed as well.

"How are your new partners doing?

"Great, it's so good not to have to be on call so much," Trevor said with a
smile. "I had enough of that as a resident."

"The new clinic is awesome. I'm glad the hospital brought you guys in and
started planning for the future."

"Yeah, I guess with the last three docs all thinking about retiring at
about the same time, it was pretty obvious they had to do something to get
physicians to move here. A new clinic is a good start."

Trevor had gone from State College on to medical school, and then did his
residency at the University Medical Center. It was a few hours from home,
but we managed to get together on the weekends when he wasn't covering the
hospital. It was tough, but worth it to see him achieve his dream.

Momma was there when he graduated from Med school and couldn't have been
prouder. I still remember her tears as she gave him a hug and handed him
the stethoscope she had bought as her gift for the occasion. He still uses
it. She had stared at his diploma and said, "Dr. Trevor Richardson," and
then she'd grin and say it over again. She told Trev how proud she knew
Daddy would be and gave him another hug.

It was just last February that we lost Momma. The flue was especially bad
that year. Trevor was out of town at a medical conference. When she started
failing, I called him and told him we needed him back home. I still
remember he was in full doctor mode when he got to the hospital. He had to
see every lab test, read the chart, and he shot a ton of questions at her
attending physician; he seemed to be scurrying around and wouldn't stop,
until I finally managed to sit him down.

"Trevor," I said softly, "Momma doesn't need another doctor, she needs her
son. She needs you."

Tears came to Trevor's eyes and we hugged. "I don't want to lose her," he
said with a sob, "It's too soon."

"I know," I said softly, crying along with him.

We sat in her room that night, one on each side of the bed, holding her
hands. She took her last breath and went to be with Daddy sometime after
2:00 the next morning.

* * * *

"So, how was your day?" Trev asked as I got back from the kitchen with the
beer I had promised and another for myself.

"Good!"

"Are the guys at the Mill okay with the new management?"

"Yeah, they're doing fine."

I had graduated college with a degree in psychology, and had been hired by
the mill as a counselor in their employee assistance program. Basically I
was there to help any of the folks that worked there that might be having a
tough time with family problems, and stuff like that. It took me a while to
get used to the idea of working for the company where my Daddy had died. I
couldn't help but hold them responsible for the accident that took
him. But, in the end, I came to see myself as not so much helping the mill,
as helping the people that worked there.

Mr. Olson had gotten the Community Center re-opened a month after the city
had closed it. A college kid was now living in my old apartment, and he had
the job of running the place on a day to day basis, just like I did. The
oversight of the Center was now a part of my responsibilities as
well. Mr. Olson retired, and we got new management. The twins now worked
for the mill, Craig as an apprentice wood buyer, and Jared worked on the
line.

"Oh, I got a call from Dewey," I laughed.

"You did?"

"Yeah, he's selling cars now!"

Trevor laughed, "No shit?"

"Yeah, wanna buy a new truck? He figures you need one."

"Nah, mine's still fine."

"It's thirteen years old!" I laughed.

"I still like it, though," Trev grinned, "and besides I can borrow yours if
I need a good one!"

"Thanks, so I get the payments, and you get the ride?"

Trevor grinned.

* * * *

We had a light supper and then both read a bit. Trev headed up to bed a
little early, saying he had surgery the next morning.

"Be up in a few minutes," I said softly, reaching for my computer once
again.

* * * *

I slowly climbed the stairs and paused in the doorway of what had been our
Momma and Daddy's room. It was now ours. Yeah, we could afford a better
house, but this was where we'd grown up, and maybe this would be where we'd
grow old.

I laughed when I looked over at the bed. Trevor was lying on his
stomach. His ass was bare from the waist down. He wore a bright canary
yellow T-Shirt with bold black letters on the back which read, "Insert
penis here." A long arrow pointed down and ended at the bottom of the
shirt, which was strategically placed across his ass, and centered on his
crack.

"So, it's going to be one of those nights, huh?" I laughed, seeing that
Trevor was in one of his especially playful moods. He often thought up some
kind of joke to give us a little variety.

"Yup, Trevor smirked at me from over his shoulder.

I slowly unbuckled my pants, kicked off my shoes and dropped my boxers. I
gave my cock a stroke and was instantly hard. I unbuttoned my shirt and
tossed it on the pile. I glanced at the medallion hanging around my neck. I
couldn't help but remember the day that Trevor gave it to me. I had never
taken it off in all these years.

Trevor snuggled his face into the pillow. As far as I was concerned, he
looked cuter than ever. Even after all these years, my love for him seems
to grow every day.

"You know, you sure are a naughty, naughty boy sometimes," I grinned,
climbing onto the bed.

"Yes I am," he giggled, wiggling his ass. "So are you going to spank me?"
he teased.

"Nah, not tonight," I laughed. I leaned down and gave him a quick kiss, and
then scooted back and straddled him. "I'm just going to fuck you!"

Trevor giggled.

He had already greased his hole, so I didn't have any trouble at all
inserting the head of my cock into his rectum and then sliding the shaft
all the way up his butt. I lay down on his back and pumped my cock in and
out as Trev moaned softly, just like he used to do as a teenager.

"You sure love getting fucked," I chuckled softly, continuing to do my
brother up the ass.

"Yeah, and you sure love giving it to me," he laughed.

Trevor's ass felt incredible as I slowly thrust into him. The warm tunnel
of his rear end squeezed my dick gently as I went deeper. We know each
other so well that each of us instinctively moves in ways to give each
other maximum pleasure.

"Your cock sure feels nice in there tonight," Trevor moaned softly as he
raised his ass up off the bed to meet my thrusts.

I kissed him gently on the neck. "Yeah, feels nice to me too." I whispered,
then I stopped, balls deep in his ass, "I love you so much," I whispered as
Trevor whimpered in happiness.

At one point I pulled out, and stood at the side of the bed. I gave Trev a
twist and turned his legs so that they fell off the bed to the floor. Now
flat on his tummy with his feet on the floor, Trevor was bent over and at
the perfect angle for me to step up behind him.

"Open up and say `ah'," I laughed, as Dr. Trevor spread his legs.

"Do you have to take my temperature this way?" Trev giggled playfully, no
doubt repeating what he'd often heard from little kids.

I slowly slid my cock back into his ass as he softly grunted in delight. He
pushed back against my crotch as I slammed in again and again. "Really
going to fuck you now, bro," I said softly as we got down to serious
business.

I fucked him like that for awhile, and then changed positions a few times,
the last with Trevor on his hands and knees. I like doing him doggy
style. The magic finally happened, and I shuddered as my cock jerked, and I
squirted what seemed to be one of the biggest loads I've ever had up my
brother's ass, filling him with cum. He too had a wonderful cum, jerking
himself off and shooting his cream onto the bed. Finally we lay side by
side exhausted and very happy. It was quiet for a few long moments.

"Thanks," Trevor whispered with a smile, rolling over onto my chest,
kissing me.

"For what?"

"For being my brother,"

"You're welcome," I said softly and kissed him back, "and thanks for loving
me," I grinned.

Trevor smiled again, "That's what brother's do!"

* * * *

So, I guess this is the end of this part of our story, or maybe it's the
start of the next part. Who knows?

Shakespeare said in one of his plays, "What's past is prologue." I guess we
never quite know what the future holds.


* * * *

This is the last chapter. Thanks to all my loyal readers for their comments
and support. Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com any time. Also a final
thanks to Andrew for all his help as editor. The chapters often became much
more interesting due to his suggestions. Many Thanks. Jon D